We have a sign-up sheet in our house entitled: Whose turn is it to be difficult today? At least it seems that way. Yesterday morning, it was my five-year-old, Evie’s turn. It was all my fault. I had the audacity to switch from a spray-on sunscreen to a lotion sunscreen. Here’s how my choice went down.
Evie (as I started applying sunscreen): What are you doing!?! What is this stuff?
Evie: That’s not sunscreen!
Me: It’s lotion.
Evie: You said it was sunscreen. Yuck! It feels all slimy. Get it off me!!! Stop!
Evie (as I covered her neck in sunscreen): Ehh, eh eh eh. You’re choking me! Quit choking me!
Evie (after I’m finished): Moooom! I’m all white and slimy! I don’t like to be this white! Ick! Get it off! Get it off!